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The Truth About Life

Novel By: storyofmylife
Young adult

Lauren is a young teenage girl who just wants to grow up and have the beautiful love story she saw her brother get, so why is life so hard for her? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 17, 2009    Reads: 86    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

The spring air was just what I needed to cool me down. I let out a deep breath and let the night wash over me. Jayson was staring at me in a way that sent chills up my spine.
"Better?" he asked after a minute. I looked at him and felt my heart beating abnormally fast, which was weird, especially considering how slow the rest of the world seemed to be right now.
I boldly stepped closer to him and rested my hands lightly on his shoulders, "Much."
He moved closer, covering the few inches between us. I waited until he was very close to my lips and I could feel him breathing before I said, "Jayson, I really like you,"
"I really like you too Lauren," he said, moving his lips on mine.
His hands found my back and gently pushed me forward, that push was all I needed. In an instant I felt his warm lips against mine and my hands automatically reached up for his hair.
A good four minutes later his phone vibrated from his pocket.
"Shit," he mumbled, fumbling for it.
He yanked it open and casually said, "Hey. Sure, yeah no problem, bye."
"Who-?" I asked, I was still a bit breathless.
"My mom," he explained.
I knew that his mom wouldn't think anything of us being out here together, she most likely thought we were playing soccer, plus Beth is really nice.
Still I said, "Oh," as I realized he had to go.
"I'm really sorry Lauren," he began. Then he kissed my forehead and said, "See you around?"
"Yeah," I said, but my throat felt dry and as he walked away I knew our relationship had changed.
I walked slowly back into the reception where the party was still going, full-swing.
"Lauren," multiple people acknowledged me. I nodded politely to them as I found the punch table and poured myself some. I drank four glasses before I sat down at our table and put my head down to think.
He had kissed me. I had kissed him.
There was nothing wrong with that, people kissed all the time right? Plus, I really liked him-maybe even more…
Still, I felt the touch of where his hands had been, burning my skin. It was so right, the feeling. I closed my eyes and saw his face leaning towards me, his hands finding my back, my hands in his perfect hair…
Stop! I commanded myself.
I moved to the dance floor to preoccupy myself and did the 'Chicken Dance' with my cousins as the night wore on.


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